E.B.'s journals captivate me. Stillness lives in their pages, and I think in her heart. The watercolors dance across the pages, and her pages never fail to inspire me to pull out my own watercolors and try yet again.
I pushed them a bit, mixing a thicker paint and playing with printing...it works! Well, it works if youi surrender to the idea that you won't get a "perfect" print, but rather a sort of soft blobby one. The paint runs a bit, and it's all so delicously imperfect, just like life.
Imperfection holds quite a bit of joy, I think. Practice doesn't always make perfect, and that's okay. Actually, it's more than okay - it's part of being human. Machines make "perfect:" people make art.